#335.
Holy hell everyone on blogger who I'm following just so happens to be so god damn deep and meaningful and so filled with talent and everything. Jealous.. The lot of you!
Me?
Oh I've been sitting in my bedroom for the past two hours listening to my new album, Feist and eating strawberry yogurt. I'm soooo fucking productive!

You're strong, but you're needy. You're humble, but you're greedy. Based on your body language and shotty cursive I've been reading, your style is quite selective. Your mind is rather reckless. I guess this just suggests that this is just what happiness is. Oh what a beautiful mess this is. It's like, we're picking up trash, in dresses.

In other news you're a fucking cunt and I want to tie you up in a bag and hang you from my bedroom ceiling and just punch the fuck out of you because that's just what you deserve and it also goes to show what you get for being just how douchey you are. As soon as you walked through that doorway today, and I realized it was you, I gave you the biggest grease I have ever given anyone in my whole entire lifetime.
Then I smiled and said, 'Hi, how are you?'




Oh hello, red tree. May I say, today you look absolutely dashing.

Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
I ♥ Phoenix, (500) days of summer, double entendres, unmade beds, autumn, Chopin, syncopated melodies, G7 chords and things that make me feel.

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